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VINCENT HART & LILITH ARONOV
// #b1a27e & #8597c6
Any hope Vincent secretly had that perhaps he could get away before the demon arrived was soon shattered as stranger - otherworldly - things began to happen around him. Fearfully he disregarded the fact that Emery had licked his hand with his tongue, and instead began to cling onto him. He knew that in the whole scheme of things if whatever Roxy was summoning wanted him dead, he would be dead, but clutching onto someone was . . . . comforting.
“Hail Mary, full of grace . . . ,” Vincent wasn’t as much of a Catholic as his family was, but he felt that in his final hour he might as well try regain penance.
“Stop being so fucking dramatic,” Lilith shouted angrily, the sound of wind making her unsure if her insult was actually heard. She hoped it had.
Roxy was a sight to behold with her mouth talking in tongues and a faraway gaze that made both Vincent and Lilith feel as though she was too far gone. Vincent began to pray harder, and tightened his grip on Emery before he felt another person clutching at his arm as well.
Lilith looked at him with a harsh glare but remained otherwise silent. Her feet were planted on the ground as to not be swept away with the winds, and her face was neatly tucked into the shoulder of Vincent's. If anyone clutched onto her, she didn’t notice nor did she care.
The wind began to die down however, and in its place came a black mist that reminded her of a black hole. She was sorely tempted to place her hand in the mist to see if would swallow her, but alas L'appel du vide was not strong enough.
However, the sudden emergence of a creature that looked to be straight out of Hell appeared, and with it an ear shattering screech.
God damn, it worked for once and holy fuck was she scared. Vincent was too, but he was too shell shocked to move, nonetheless talk.
Lilith opened her mouth to speak, but it felt too dry and the words would not formulate correctly. She pried her fingers off of Vincent's arm with much effort and began to scrutinize the being more carefully.
The creature’s cowl was shaped like the smoke that came from it’s head and it’s eyes were as red as a human’s heart. Smiling it blinked at them, it’s long talon like fingers turning invisible. The archaic writing that was etched on its skin seemed to glow at, what Lilith assumed, was the beat of it’s heart. Steady and unwavering.
“D-do you think it needs a sacrifice?” She asked tentatively, not knowing if it was wise to speak or not. A loud scream was her answer. Lilith took a step back and in the corner of her eye she spotted Luca and punched him lightly on the back. “What do we do now, you fucking wanted it here!” her voice commanded in a harsh whisper. Her question should have been directed toward Roxy, but the poor girl looked ready to piss herself.
The creature was cool and all, but Lilith decided that she wanted show and tell time to be over.
// #b1a27e & #8597c6
Any hope Vincent secretly had that perhaps he could get away before the demon arrived was soon shattered as stranger - otherworldly - things began to happen around him. Fearfully he disregarded the fact that Emery had licked his hand with his tongue, and instead began to cling onto him. He knew that in the whole scheme of things if whatever Roxy was summoning wanted him dead, he would be dead, but clutching onto someone was . . . . comforting.
“Hail Mary, full of grace . . . ,” Vincent wasn’t as much of a Catholic as his family was, but he felt that in his final hour he might as well try regain penance.
“Stop being so fucking dramatic,” Lilith shouted angrily, the sound of wind making her unsure if her insult was actually heard. She hoped it had.
Roxy was a sight to behold with her mouth talking in tongues and a faraway gaze that made both Vincent and Lilith feel as though she was too far gone. Vincent began to pray harder, and tightened his grip on Emery before he felt another person clutching at his arm as well.
Lilith looked at him with a harsh glare but remained otherwise silent. Her feet were planted on the ground as to not be swept away with the winds, and her face was neatly tucked into the shoulder of Vincent's. If anyone clutched onto her, she didn’t notice nor did she care.
The wind began to die down however, and in its place came a black mist that reminded her of a black hole. She was sorely tempted to place her hand in the mist to see if would swallow her, but alas L'appel du vide was not strong enough.
However, the sudden emergence of a creature that looked to be straight out of Hell appeared, and with it an ear shattering screech.
God damn, it worked for once and holy fuck was she scared. Vincent was too, but he was too shell shocked to move, nonetheless talk.
Lilith opened her mouth to speak, but it felt too dry and the words would not formulate correctly. She pried her fingers off of Vincent's arm with much effort and began to scrutinize the being more carefully.
The creature’s cowl was shaped like the smoke that came from it’s head and it’s eyes were as red as a human’s heart. Smiling it blinked at them, it’s long talon like fingers turning invisible. The archaic writing that was etched on its skin seemed to glow at, what Lilith assumed, was the beat of it’s heart. Steady and unwavering.
“D-do you think it needs a sacrifice?” She asked tentatively, not knowing if it was wise to speak or not. A loud scream was her answer. Lilith took a step back and in the corner of her eye she spotted Luca and punched him lightly on the back. “What do we do now, you fucking wanted it here!” her voice commanded in a harsh whisper. Her question should have been directed toward Roxy, but the poor girl looked ready to piss herself.
The creature was cool and all, but Lilith decided that she wanted show and tell time to be over.